Story/Emergency 8-4 (Part1)/Script

[...]

Voice of a Little Girl: Mom, when we’re there...can we really eat till we’re full every day?

Voice of a Mature Woman: Of course, sweetheart.
We can have three meals a day, and there won’t be any monsters anymore.

Voice of a Little Girl: Yay! That’s great!

M4A1: What...is this...?
What exactly is this recording...playing out before me?

Clear Female Voice: It’s someone’s memory...
Hush. Just watch from the side.

Clamor: Hey! Run!
Run for your lives! It’s an airstrike! An airstrike is coming!

Voice of a Little Girl: Mom! Mom! Where are you?!

[...BOOM!!]


[...]

Voice of an Old Woman: You’ll be staying here from now on.
Poor child. I’m really sorry about your parents...
But you must understand, this is the way of the world we’re living in... You must work for your food.

Voice of a Young Girl: Yeah...I understand...
Dad...Mom... Why did this happen...


[...]

Voice of a Frivolous Man: Hey, young lady.
You seem to stare at the camp of the security contractor when you pass by every day.

Voice of a Young Girl: ...I’m just... passing by.

Voice of a Frivolous Man: I hear one of their bigshots is in there.
If I remember correctly...wasn’t there an accident where a bunch of refugees were slaughtered by mistake? What a tragedy...
Rumors have it, the guy might’ve been in charge of that operation, I think?

Voice of a Young Girl: ...!

Voice of a Frivolous Man: Of course, just having that knowledge isn’t particularly useful.
But with this, it’ll be a different story.

Voice of a Young Girl: ...!
...A handgun!
But...I have no money...

Voice of a Frivolous Man: Heheh. Money isn’t the only currency in the world.
Well? Care to hear my terms?

[...]

M4A1: A handgun...? Why would she...want such a thing?

Clear Female Voice: Vengeance. Vengeance...for her family.

M4A1: I do not understand... Her decision is far too rash. What purpose will her action serve?

Clear Female Voice: Perhaps you can’t understand...
But...I can.


[...]

Voice of a Soldier: Have you heard? There’ve been a number of assassinations targeting the contractor.
At this rate, we’re gonna get extra shifts.

Halt, young lady. This is a surveillance area. Please state your purpose.

Voice of a Young Girl: I’m here to deliver bread. I’ve made an appointment...

Voice of a Soldier: Is it your turn today? Fine. Make it quick.


[...]

Voice of a Middle-Aged Man: Hey, what are you doing?!

Voice of a Young Girl: Devil’s underling...go to hell!

[...Bang! Bang!]

Clamor: Target spotted! He’s making a run for it! Shoot him!

[...!]

Voice of a Soldier: Did you get him?! Go and check. Be careful!
Wait... This... This is the young girl just now!

Voice of a Young Girl: ...
Dad... Mom...
Is this good enough...?


[...]


Languid Female Voice: Is that so...? Can’t believe that happened...
...Yeah, I think there’s still saving her.
Well? Why not give me a chance? I could use a volunteer at my lab right now.

[.....]


[...]

M4A1: That girl... What happened to her afterwards?

Clear Female Voice: Are you worried about her?

M4A1: I do not know...
Perhaps I am merely curious...about whether she actually died.

Clear Female Voice: She won’t die until she fulfils her purpose...

M4A1: ...
Who...on earth are you?

Clear Female Voice: Don’t you remember?
We...should’ve met before...

M4A1: ...!


[Sangvis Command Center, Area S02.]

Destroyer: What are you doing, Dreamer?! Griffin troops are almost at the door!
Do something with your super aerial weapons!

Dreamer: Calm down, Destroyer. It’s not time to get real yet...

Destroyer: Huh? We’re about to lose our territory!
Surely you know how important this place is!

Dreamer: But it’s only YOUR territory, isn’t it? That’s got nothing to do with me.

[Dreamer gets up from her seat.]

Destroyer: Hey! Dreamer, where are you going?!

Dreamer: Agent...seems to have issued new directives. I should go on standby.
(Sighs) What a drag. It’s just for meeting up with someone, but not going is not an option...
It’d actually be more interesting if I could blow something up.

Destroyer: E...Exactly! If you still have time to spare, why not help me out first?!

Dreamer: Well...
You’re right. It does seem rather inconvenient to head out like this.
Then I’ll give your doorstep a sweep... You come with me.

Destroyer: Huh? Do I have to? But the command post...
Hey! Wait up, Dreamer!

Dreamer: Hurry up. The cleaning is about to begin.
(Mutters) At a time like this... one can’t do without a bait...
Hahahahaha...